The Antenna Diaries

Render render render.

Tons of captions for the screening today. I think that'll make a big difference. Three and a half hours from now.

I meant to come home after work and work on levels some more but. No. Not. Those people suck the life out of me. Saturday nights are the worst.

I should have at least rendered these things last night. Yikes.

I think he'll like it. I hope he likes it. He's a good barometer, since he's been at a ton of film festivals in the last year or so and he made an award winning doc to boot. Two years ago he told me to hire someone else to edit, to get it out of my life. I hope he doesn't say that today. I need to see this baby all the way til it rears its bloody little head and screams for the people.

I need to start walking again. I get such good ideas. Also, uh. Yeah. Exercise and stuff. This winter has been very stressful. This non winter. I ordered a cool Sid Vicious (or Viscious, as the website said. Ha!) tunic yesterday. I hope I don't look like a punk rock burrito in it.

Render dammit! Almost halfway done. What did I do with my time before this movie? What were Sundays like? I don't remember. Maybe we went to see movies that other people made.

Single idea: "Who did you see the first time you went to the Antenna?"

Also, keep the tv of dead people for the locals. For regular release, just a card or scroll. Every time I think of that I get this song in my head. I forgot Marky Mark was in that movie.

Current running time: 1:44

THe Antenna Diaries

Finished the latest (and hopefully the last) assembly cut yesterday. Running time - 1:44.

22 minutes shorter than when we screened for Craig, and 2 hours shorter than it was in July. Whew. Screening for Morgan on Sunday, which now I'm all of the sudden nervous about.

I guess we're submitting to this.

We finally cut G.G. down to an acceptable length, lots of archival. And the addition of the vhs tape itself makes all the difference in the world. "This ain't Bon Jovi. This ain't Queensryche."

A Weekend in the Life

We went to Hot Springs, Arkansas for our anniversary.

This is West Memphis, AR. Yeah. Whatever. On to the good stuff.

The Antenna Diaries

The new assembly is going so well. At the end of Mark taking over the club, time is 1:13. Of course that leaves us 17 minutes to finish up if we're going for 90, but we could go over 90. Sure. As long as it's under 2h.

The Rebel appearance is so much better now, with him talking about the all ages shows and the cops. Raid is still too long, but I love it. I think it's even scarier. Mayhem.

Hoping to screen for MJF on the 26th, Oscar Sunday. And, then, who do we root for? We watched Midnight in Paris last night, which was a sweet and clever film, but Best Picture? No way. I do like Owen Wilson though, and Zelda Fitzgerald was played by Sex Bob-omb's drummer, so that was cool. People don't name their daughters Zelda anymore. I guess it's because of that game.

It's Saturday, but it's like any other day. Toast, coffee, yoga, movie, restaurant. It's the early Valentine's Day crowds, so 2-top after 2-top. I'd much rather be cutting, but we'll do that into the night tomorrow.

Pump Action Retards is such a great band name.